Challenge.4 :: ABC's

[abiona]

In a poem of 26 lines...
use the letters a-z (in alphabetical order)
as a the first letter of each line of your piece.
If you want to get really crafty, try z-a!

Lines may be as long or as short as you wish,
but you may not have more than 26.

In addition, you may get creative with your letters
(unless of course you can use zebra and xerox
in your poem.)



I'll start it off so you can see what i mean.

[abiona]

angelic
bodies
cull
devilish
evils
from
graveled
hearts.

inserting
juxtaposed
kindness
like
masochistic
nuances
of
pity
quite
realistically
shrouding
the
ugliness
vying
with
x-tacy.

yesterday's
zealot.

[spokenoh]

apple orchards

[MoMaui]

Random Imagination

Zebra hide traded for Zar
Yearning pochers multiply yearly
Xylaphones of ivory pass through customs x-rays
Wildlife numbers plummet, situations worrying
Velvet discred for fur, a biological vandell
Untill we all understand
Travisties commited for fashion trends
Sell souls of man and beast to slavery

Righteous activists become rebels
Quietly taking issues with the queen
Pausing only to consider her position
Open to anarcy, royalty overtrown
New thaughts of peace needed
Marking the dawn of the matriarch
Live issues disscused in lounges
Kids in Africa still become killers

Justified crimes become jaded
Intolerance leads to incarseration
Hoping for heven or hell
Gently released into the arms of god
Forgiving transgressions against friend and foe
Every human fears death eternal
Drowning in depression
Calling for help like a child

But confused thaughts bring mental bankruptcy
Amen

[abiona]

^You get extra credit for the double dutch backwards style

[Standard Issue]

Zygote Attempt

Zealous youngsters, xanadu waits verily under
your xanthe waves veil ululating tongue.
Xochitl weaves vast upon the stretched roof
where virtue usurps thrones, silent, ready,
vacating usual tracts seen rarely quiet, poised
utterly taut. Swallows rush quick past open
tunnels. Sudden roosts quit, poured out now—
such rivers quilted pastel on new moonlight.
Rove quick paths over nightly moorings, low
quakes pound our nooses: men licked, killed,
plastered once. Now, mercy loves kids just in
off nasty maritime lopes, kids jarred inside heavy
nooks made lastingly. Kick junk ire here, go find
more love— kisses jaded. It has girls feeling
less kindred. Jokes irk heavy gasps for each dour
kernel jolted into hunky gut. Firey, earthen dust,
jagged isles holding good food, eat dirt cause
I have given for each dire canister. Before all
hands go. Finally, enough dough can bloom
gently, first, engaged: drastically calm-boned
for every day caught behind ascension.
Eternally daft. Captured beneath anxious,
doomsday caution— blasted Achilles.
Careful…Best atoms
become
Adam.

[Blynd]

zealots yelling,
yearning with x-asperation
xeroxing love, whining,
winning, warning, viciously,
victoriously, uniting
unionizing together
toppling standards
stretching wool over retinas
retaining lies quietly
questioningly pensive
poking their old,
over sized noses
noxiously into my
merry little
life kindling
kind, juxtaposed
jaunted, ignited,
irritating, hot
hatred! Go
get far
from everyone
else dastardly
devouring courage
casually bemoaning
bastards allowing
assassinations of zealots

[Spoken]

^^lmfaa one guys does it backwards now everyone does it lol

can i stil do this since its the latest challenge up...

[lostpoet]

MoMaui that was absolutely amazing. Wow!

[lostpoet]

Alpha Beta

Aspiring to
Be a better version of me
Confused at the way things never are what they appear to be
Dismal
Enigma
Forgetfully thinking nothingness abundantly
Grams of weed the only thing that sets me free
Hope floats but here I sink, lost at sea
I am
Juxtaposed between hellish fiends and divinity
Knowing that I know not
Limits are like skateboards, I push them with ease
Morbid thoughts the consequence of
Numbing yourself with substances
Once the fun begins you'd rather die than ever quit
Persistence the only ally in a world of enemies
Quiet contemplation has got me thinkin that
Reality is just a fucked up dream
Something's got to give before I
Tear at the seams, overwhelmed by the
Ubiquitous impostors posing as kings
Vainglorious bastards
Whimsically tugging emotional strings
Xenophobic tendencies start to invade
Yesterday's gone, but one thing will remain
Zetetic me

[Prophet Margin]

zany thoughts rumble on in my head
yearning for peace of mind, that ill never have
X-treme conditions always leave me unbalanced
Widening the gap between myself and society
Vivaciousness now replaced by lack of courageousness
Understandable weakness spawned by a life of struggle
'Time for a change' i always say
Schyzophenic split personas fill my desire for variety
Reoccuring in cycles, i can shake neither my good or bad side
Quick to judge are others, first impressions are everything
Persistant are the frightened looks and the whispers
Often times i hear them, always behind my back
Notorious gossipers cant leave the hot topic of me alone
Most men would fall under such conditions...when
Love dissapears replaced by languish and struggle
Killing dead the spark my fresh mind held as a child
Jurisprudence gave ruling that i was not fit to exist
In society, for i was but a menace and a danger
Hear my cry, roll of thunder 'are you there?'
'God almighty, help me' but you probably wont
Freedom can only lie within myself, or so ive found
Exactly the opposite of what some people will tell me
Degrading me and saying i need help from others
Can i not be myself and live without you fuckers?
Basically you think of me as an
Animal, so id rather be alone and atleast still be a human